Footsteps...that come and walk away
Without pausing outside my door
Fading away into a yearning
When will it be you?

Everytime they pass my way
My stomach turns a somersault
My heart skips a beat
My hands tremble.

I hold my breath as
Someone comes knocking at my door
I pause on this side of it -
Will it be you?

My insides are knotted
As I wait for you to come
There are no commitments
No spoken attachments.

Yet, i can't help waiting
Or stop anticipating
And the question burns my mind and my heart -
When, WHEN will it be you?